Though wolves are strong and brave some have fears beyond their age all night long as they sit and wait watching for a humans and guilt ablaze. They know what silver dung can puncture though they know to run for cover. As the moon drowns in a bright pink light the wolves wait until next midnight.
Spirit Trail
A fiery spirit with a taste for blood as they watch for moose to run the alpha might as well prevail for next nights hunt will be the last spirit trail.
As she looked down upon the last battle she had fought she remembered with a stomach knot that her cub lay there with watery eyes watching the moon turn to light. Missing her mother both day and night.
As he ran for his life from the bullets and the fright he realized with sharp wide eyes he had left his leader left to die. He tried to run back but the bullets were lodging fast enough for scarlet droppings he slowed his pace and feel to the ground for which the people gathered around. They tied his muzzle and his feet so he would not escape they put him to sleep. D:
The moonlight's grace fell upon a creeping face, slowly he began to rise black fur gleaming with amber eyes, he bared his teeth with an unusual smirk as though he were seeing a fight occur.